Title: Lust.

Pairing: Kira/Damar

Series: DS9

Rating: NC-17

Written by: Uliani Theska

Disclaimer: Star Trek: Deep Space 9 is the property of Paramount. This story, written in 2007, never has and never will be sold.
Set: around the events of Tacking into the wind

Feedback: welcome.

 

“To kill her and my son… the casual brutality of it… the waste of life.

What kind of state tolerates the murder of innocent women and children?

What kind of people give those orders?“
“Yeah, Damar, what kind of people give those orders?”

Prophets forgive me that was a cold and heartless thing to say.

Maybe Garak is right though, maybe it will make him more open to things.

He just lost his family and here I am letting my own demons torment me.

 

She hates me.

Looking over my actions the last year who is to blame her.

She was little more than a speck of dirt when I met her.

Now she is a woman.

 

He sits quietly in a corner.

Numbed by grief perhaps, I do not know.

Why do I care?

He is Cardassian I should not care but I do.

 

I am Cardassian,

She is Bajoran,

Yet I feel something.

A yearning almost….why now?

 

The last raid was a success.

He is back safe.

The glow of victory brightens his face.

He needed that win.

 

I feel her dark eyes watching me.

My every move held in contempt.

Yet is that a flicker of something more?

I sit and wonder.

 

Mila is dead!

That sweet old woman,

A senseless death,

Death is always senseless.

 

She grieves for that old woman.

Sadness fills those dark pools.

The Dominion will pay for Mila’s death,

And for Kira’s pain.

 

His fingers brush my hand as he tries to give comfort,

My mind drifts to Odo and I pull away.

His blue eyes show understanding,

I reach for his hand and squeeze it.

 

Our fingers touch and I feel the electricity of a mutual attraction.

I bend to kiss her but stop,

She is here to help liberate my people,

As I move away she pulls me back.

 

What, the hell am I doing?

This is Damar!

The man who killed Ziyal,.

Yet I respond to his touch

 

Her fingers find my throat,

I imagine death has her hands tighten briefly,

Her fingers fall away for a second,

Now they dance along my ridges it feels good.

 

My mind screams to stop!

My fingers ignore my mind,

I had my hands around his throat yet I did not kill him,

Now I trace his neck ridges and feel him getting hard against me.

 

I must not attack her.

I am sure any advance to relieve myself will feel like rape to her.

Her hand is in my hair now,

She licks my ear.

 

I am going to give myself to a Cardassian!

I can feel his restraint,

I pull at his clothes,

Years of hatred forgotten as the buttons come apart.

 

She tugs at my clothes as if she wants this,

Delicate fingers stroke the naked scales on my now exposed chest,

I lose control when she gently brushes my chest meshavar

My mouth finds its way to her still covered breast.

 

His mouth is on my breast,

I take the opportunity to bite his neck hard,

A startled look then a smile,

My shirt is ripped open.

 

I sit back a little to look at her,

Her perfectly formed breasts “look” back at me,

Her smile encourages me to touch,

I never thought I would want this woman so much.

 

Stop looking and start working I silently plead.

I reach forward and stroke his cock through the fabric of his trousers.

I feel myself get wet almost instantly,

My free hand moves between my own legs and strokes gently.

 

I watch breathlessly as she touches herself and strokes me at the same time,

I am suddenly on her,

My fingers in her hair,

My length inside her as she moves beneath me.

 

He is so cold to touch,

It chills and excites me,

I kiss him slowly as he works for release,

There it is sudden hot fluid in me it warms my soul.

 

I hold her as she sleeps,

It is cold but I feel warm,

I never would have guessed a Bajoran woman would make me feel like this,

She is beautiful.

 

I wake hours later,

He is gone yet I can still smell him,

We have a briefing soon,

Tomorrow we attack the Dominion at the heart.

 

Jem’Hadar fall so quickly as I fire,

Vorta give orders left and right,

Pain as the blast hits me,

Instant darkness, no pain, no sounds just death.

 

He is gone,

But we have won the war is over,

I feel his arms around me but I know it is not real,

Just a mirage, the memory of a touch.

 

I make my way home,

I will never forget that Cardassian

Prophets bless you Corat Damar!

The end.